Not going to lie, I’ve been looking forward to this post all day! It’s fun to go back in time and remember how all of this craziness started. There’s a part of me that’s also very happy to get this all written out because, who knows, maybe our grandkids and great grandkids might get a kick out of hearing this story.
To bring everyone up to speed, I fell head over heels for Becky at the wedding and pursued her for several hours. With the help of my wingman, Captain Morgan, I was finally able to talk her into going on a date with me. The next day I saw her at the gift opening and re-confirmed our date… which she was hoping that I had forgotten. 😂. Which leads us to today’s blog, the first date…
Earlier in the week as we were setting up the details for our date I mentioned that I would be picking her up in a truck that was older than she was. She thought I was joking. I wasn’t.
While I was planning on leaving the Cities a little early to make sure I was on time work got busy and I left right on time. “No sweat,” I thought… Until I got a flat tire between Red Wing and Lake City. Keep in mind that at this time (1999) the coolest piece of technology I had was a pager that showed me live baseball scores! No phone, no way of calling, I was frantic to change the tire. As I fumbled with the POS (it’s a technical term) jack it was starting to sink in that I may be in big trouble. Fortunately a car passed by, jammed on his brakes, shifted into reverse and got in front of my truck. He pulled out an awesome hydraulic jack that lifted the truck up in a hurry. Tire changed and many thank you’s later I was back on the road.
At this point I was already running late and was getting nervous. As I rolled into Lake City I hit a payphone (anyone else remember those?) at Kwik Trip to let Becky know that I was running late. Her directions were pretty solid, and thank goodness for that! There was no GPS to help guide my way.
We talked for a few minutes and then headed out to Chi Chi’s for a bite to eat. It was obviously going well – we hardly touched our food, we were both a little too nervous to eat. We then headed out to the riverfront downtown and then up to Granddad’s Bluff. The entire night is still a blur for me. All I know is that when we got back to her place and I got ready for bed (she’d offered up the couch in the living room so I didn’t have to drive) we ended the night with one of the best kisses of my life (second only our wedding). It was AWESOME!!! The entire night was a fantastic mix of happy nerves, giddy excitement, and lots and lots of emotional fireworks. She was even cooler and more incredible than I’d picked up on at the reception. The night was, in one word, perfect.
The next morning she had to head out early for a field trip for UWL so I got up and moving. Wanting to leave a good impression I decided to go back to the floral shop I had driven by to pick up flowers for her. With no GPS and zero sense of how I had gotten to her place (I was way to nervous and stressed for our date) I headed out. Next thing I knew I was at Goose Island. I realized that wasn’t the right way so I headed back through downtown and hit I90. Confused, I headed back towards her place again and finally found the florist. For anyone who doesn’t know La Crosse – I drove about 50+ minutes to get to a place that was about 5 minutes from her apartment. Oops!
Dropping off the flowers and the note I headed back up to the Cities. I knew that my life was going to be different from that day forward. Within 24 hours I had made my plan to move from the Cities to La Crosse. My life was set in a different direction, I had found the girl of my dreams, my soulmate. Fortunately for me, she was starting to come around to thinking that I was pretty okay. 🙂
For her, that moment, and everything since, I am incredibly grateful.